I sit on a boulder, with sand under my feet. It's cold on the town beach of Langdon, RI in December. The icy wind blows all around me. My full length wool coat and mile-long scarf is not enough to block entirely the frigid air. But I'm excited. Sorcerer Gabriel Callan, my hero, has agreed to meet with me.
Dear Reader… Why I Couldn’t Write for 8 Years
As I am spending the end of 2020 planning ahead and looking back at my writing career, I can't help but notice how far I have come even with a long writing hiatus of nearly nine years. So much has happened since I sat at the edge of the lake in Burlingame Park in Rhode... Continue Reading →